TITLE: Hot Wings With Agent Scully (or How I lost All My Inhibitions After Six Dirty Martinis) AUTHOR: salliejohns CO-AUTHORS: ga, Rae, and Tam Tam CATEGORY: Challenge Fic RATING: PG-13 SPOILERS: None DISCLAIMER: His/theirs, not mine. No infringement intended, no financial gain expected. AUTHOR'S NOTES: While hanging out at our recent slumber party, the Jersey Girls decided to take a stab at the IWTB Second Birthday Fic Challenge. We worked on this for two days, on and off, but sadly we ran out of time after thirteen of the first fourteen paragraphs were written. I hated to abandon a story that had what I thought was good potential, so I asked the "girls" if they minded if I finished it myself. Receiving unanimous approval from gail, Rae, and Tam, I forged ahead, unmindful of the fact that I am a complete novice at this writing stuff. I'd like to thank my wonderful, multi-talented betas, Shelba and Shoshana for their eagle eyes and inspired suggestions. I would also like to thank my dear friend Pacquin, for her amazing support of all I do. Hot Wings With Agent Scully (or How I lost All My Inhibitions After Six Dirty Martinis): by salliejohns "Scully, whose idea was it to have Agent Salmon's birthday party at a Karaoke bar?" "Shush Mulder, it'll be fun, and how often do we go out anyway?" "What do you mean? We go out all the time," Mulder pouted. "Pizza delivery and Chinese take-out do not constitute a night on the town, Mulder." Mulder opened the door to the Double Dog Dare Karaoke Bar, and was met with a wall of noise and cigarette smoke. At the front of the room, someone was singing "I Will Survive" with great enthusiasm but little pitch control. Mulder eyed the middle-aged man with the rather-obvious comb-over, and stuck a finger in one ear. "You may survive," he muttered under his breath, "but will your audience?" As they made their way to a table in the corner, Mulder signaled to a waitress to bring them a platter of buffalo wings, heavy on the hot sauce. "You're not really going to eat those, are you Mulder? Remember what happened the last time you ordered hot wings?" "I have no idea what you're talking about," Mulder deadpanned. "I seem to remember the last time you ate those things, you tried to soothe your burned tongue by downing a dozen dirty martinis." "It worked. I wasn't feeling the pain anymore." "That's not what you said the next day, Mulder" Mulder flagged down another waitress and ordered two dirty martinis. "Preventive maintenance, Scully." Scully raised an eyebrow. "You know Mulder, nursing someone back from the brink of alcohol poisoning isn't as sexy as you might think." "Ah Scully, don't worry. I can be very charming when I've had a few drinks. You might find me irresistible." Scully's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, but her face remained impassive. Mulder knew she was having a hard time holding back a smile, and he gave her his best 'innocent face.' "That's a chance I guess I'm going to have to take Mulder. I hope I can restrain myself." The wings and drinks arrived, and the agents sat in companionable silence eating, drinking, and listening to some of their co-workers singing happily off-key. Sometime later. . . "Waitress, two more dirty martinis, please." "Mulder, I haven't finished this drink yet." "That's OK Scully, these are for me. My tongue is on fire!" He stuck out the offending organ for her inspection, and waggled it at her. The face she made in response was *not* the reaction he was hoping for. "Mulder, I hate to do this, but. . ." "You told me so. I know, I know. You were right, Scully, I'm a wimp; a hot wings wimp. I'm not drunk though. These will only be my fourth and fifth drinks. I'm just starting to relax." "Right, Mulder. Just remember I'm watching you. If I see that you're starting to have trouble, I'm cutting you off." "That's cold, Scully. Where will you be doing this cutting?" She rolled her eyes at him and took a dainty bite out of a hot wing. "I do love a woman who takes charge. What kind of trouble are we talking about here?" "Any unusual behavior; anything that leads me to believe that you're starting to lose control." "You mean like if I suddenly drop my pants, and start dancing on the table in a leather thong? Remember whom you're talking to here. Unusual behavior is practically my trademark." "You know what I'm talking about Mulder; slurring of speech, loss of balance, reduced inhibitions." "Reduced inhibitions, huh? That *could* be dangerous. I might move my chair over toward yours, like this." Mulder leaned into Scully suggestively, and sniffed her neck appreciatively. Scully's eyes opened wide. "I might tell you how good you smell tonight. How good you always smell," he said softly. He turned his face to look directly at hers. "I could look right into your eyes, and tell you how the colour always reminds me of the summer sky in Martha's Vineyard." Scully swallowed hard. Mulder bent down and teased the soft skin below Scully's ear with his nose. Soft puffs of breath tickled her neck, and her own breaths came faster. "You need to watch me closely, Scully." Mulder whispered the words as he kissed her ever-so-lightly on each eyelid. Scully's mouth opened, and she touched the tip of her pink tongue to her upper lip. Her eyes began to glaze over, as Mulder trailed soft kisses along her jaw, and onto the pulse point on her throat. "Watch me now Scully, I'm starting to lose control. It's taking all my willpower to keep from using my teeth." Scully's breath hitched. "On my neck?" she rasped. "On the pearl buttons on your blouse. I'm thinking of opening them one by one, until the front falls open." "Then what?" she breathed. "Then I lean closer, and write my name over your heart with my tongue." "Waitress," Scully choked. "Yes Ma'am?" "Bring this man another drink, right away. And make it a double." fin Elements: salmon a pearl a karaoke bar hot wings a dirty martini a double-dog dare a leather thong